Mix the light from stars
With deep-mined hot metal
See gods fall from grace
I found a used calorimeter,
In some bushes by the park,
It was covered in all kinds of muck,
So I returned after dark.
I took along Roger Barker,
An expert in such matters,
It was easy keeping pace with him,
...I guess he was in tatters.
But as we drew closer to the stump,
He begged not to proceed,
Said he couldn't stand the thought,
Of what might be in store for me.
'Cause last time - It was all a trap!
Tho perp' must remain anonymous,
But that dark night, a Full Moon was out,
And Rog' was made good on some promises!
Now ever since, he's not been right,
But then - What was his baseline?
He stood up all the train ride home
I heard, thanks to his grapevine.
All over the internet
The monkeys chase the weasel
And wax poetic
Scribbled on his easel
A calorimeter in a bush you say?
Well, was it used all the way?
Calorimeters can be used
And for that matter, abused
On this I have much to say!
Zeus is right about one thing
When used incorrectly, it'll make you sing!
For calorimeters are no toys
To be played with by little boys
That full moon night, twas just a fling!
Now some protocols have been discussed
And principles too, I'm not really fussed
What bothers me
Is clear to see
Nah, not really, I'm non-plussed
with China bins
tries to stop
3 days of darkness
like 3 nights of fear
just to be clear
we bicker we fail
we did not share.
The time is now right
to become aware
lets do it right and prosper in our new found light.
Always top of the list,
Of 'who was online',
Researching 'elf and safety,
On the government's dime.
Ignores what he don't like,
Cherry-picks till he's pleased,
Has poor grasp of thermodynamics,
Preferring zoological theories.
Oh, that shattered utensil...
A fully fragmented crock!
A receptacle of certainty,
For his neglected schlock.
'Libelled' left, right and centre,
Maybe a suit will be hence,
Until a lawyer reminds him,
That the truth is a defence.
This is a perfect place
to take a trip in space:
But waiting is no use
SpaceX lit the fuse!
Well that went fine, just the way they liked it!
Me356 had to reduce his work function,
So he doped the graphite precipitating from his high-carbon nickel wire junctions,
Waiting for his field enhancing spires topped with and hydrogen and lithium to grow,
He noticed the strange radiation making his reactor tube glow,
But to let us know the secret he couldn't work up the umption!
“My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.”
Now, fair fellows, our CMNS hour
Draws like a snail. How many years bring in
Another moon. But oh, methinks how slow
This old moon of fossilized science wanes.
Diamonds are for LENR, they are all I need to please me
They can stimulate and heat me
They glow in the night
With electrons so light they transmute me
Diamonds are for LENR, hold one up and deuterate it
Bake it, soak it, activate it
I can dope ev'ry part, nickel hides in its heart to please me
I don't need love, for what good will love do me?
Diamonds never lie to me
For when chemistry's gone, LENR lingers on
Diamonds are for LENR, sparkling in my little fuel tube....
With apologies to Shirley Bassey and James Bond...
7 of 20, contrary plenty,
How does your garden grow?
With ANGRY CAPS, and Proxy Apps,
And unread works all in a row?
Yesterday it worked
Today it is not working
LENR is like that.
You step in the stream,
but the water has moved on.
The Truth is not here.
And this one is relevant, unfortunately:
Last week Plotly worked
Now Plotly is not working.
Do they hear our cries?
While deuterating diamonds one day
In a very P&F kind of way
I noticed a strange gleaming ray.
I cried out 'What's that?'
(it scared the lab cat)
And thought that I might run away
But no use to run
It was only the sun
In springtime it comes out to play
It triggers a fit and polarizes a bit.
Justifies some and frustrates others.
A tether of evidence to constrain and data to confound.
It is a spectrum of epoch excitement to the dull platitudes of standard theory and exclusion.
May be it is and maybe its a won't.
It certainly does.
...whatever it is.
Boom! The odes thread just went up by several notches. Thought that was a play on Howl for a moment.
No, not you H-G
Drink a Coke, conserve the can
Collected by the garbage man
You think you have recycled it
But it ends up in a pit
The problem stems from lack of cash
It's cheaper to burn cans into ash
But we have found a cunning way
To make soda can recycling pay
We make them into hydrogen
For fuel cell use? 10 out of 10!
And the ash that's left behind
It's treasure that can be refined.
We share what we have to understand more
we learn with the passage of time tests and more
with hope can change what we think we need
as a laber of love without all the greed
not yet knowing its for the lives of us all
its not for the free its not for aww
its a quickly forgotten shock to us all.
a spiraling staircase from a molten mass
needs some attention from the working class
others work to run away building new pods to save the day
but only for the lucky that can pay
we have the time and a way
to fix this mess so china will stay
to stop a raido active monster trying to dig its way
nights of sparkling lights up in the sky
to help a proud people fight this beast.
harts of the voluntary should not be dismissed
when you don't have the same fealings or passion for this.
in with both hands in with both feet
go all in and help with this feat~
You accuse me of character assassination,
And I am sorry to hurt your pride,
But in truth this was a self creation -
It was more like character suicide.
But let's not dredge up morbid memories,
It happened long ago, by all reports,
And it's in poor taste to the extremities,
For you to continue to defile it's corpse.
Raised up like some foul rabid zombie,
The ceremony was gruesome, no doubt,
Voodoo science writ large almost surely,
Last seen moaning & foaming at the mouth.
I'm last word Zeuss -
Not just a cat:
I'll not wear puce,
nor take a joke
And never, ever wear a hat!
My name is not a thing to tell you all,
My occupation - so you know - is to be on the ball
And Kirk should know that too, my friend JR, and I
Will never ever let it go,
No: never ever say a no.
So I'll pass by without another say,
and twisting things some better way,
You see I'm not a normal cat,
My words will kill without a hat.
It’s Barry. Although you are hardly the poster child for using your real name on the internet!